Voices & A Century

I had a bit of gadding about to do yesterday. I drove hither and thither and upon finally arriving home I stood in my lounge and re-read a letter, in total silence. Well, almost total silence.
As I stood, reading the letter for instruction on why my new meter wasn't working, I realised I could hear voices. Or a voice rather.
I stood completely still, the voice was clearly not coming from outside but rather within the room I was in.
"Oh my god" my brain reeled in shock, "this is it, I've finally stepped over the line into total madness and am hearing voices."
I scanned the room, I may have glanced behind the TV, well you know, in case there were any elves or such. Ahem.
I heard it again. It sounded like my name.
This was serious, not only was I hearing voices, but they were talking to me.
I pondered momentarily if perhaps this was what schizophrenia was like. Does it sound like the voices are outside of your head?
I gingerly reached out my arm and picked up my cordless phone, but it was dead. No secret voices there.
I reached into my pocket and retrieved my mobile.
I have a very clever pocket that had somehow unlocked my phone and answered a call, although I don't think its conversational abilities were that great. So, I sincerely apologise to you, Steven, for being forced to converse with my pocket for a minute or so while I debated if my inherent eccentricity had dissolved into real madness.

As an aside. This is my hundredth post. I'd like a telegram please. Maybe not from the queen. I just really like the idea of receiving a telegram. Are they even sent any more? And if they are, do they still say 'stop' instead of using that useful little punctuation mark that is a wee dot? I need answers to these questions!